He held on to his box of cornflakes throughout our shopping trip, brought it to the cashier, carried it all the way to the car, into the house and even into our room.
Then, he gamely posed for Daddy with his box of cornflakes.
And, when it was time for bed, he insisted on bringing his new found treasure to bed.
He actually refused to let go of it and hugged it to sleep. I could only take away the cornflakes when he was fast asleep and released his grasp on his box of cornflakes.
And if you're wondering whether he asked to eat it, well, of course he did, but he had a slight runny nose so we told him that he could eat it when he's fully recovered. Maybe that's why it's even more "precious" to him.
And the first thing that he said when he woke up in the morning... "Daddy, where's my box? The one from yesterday? Where is it?"
